The Floorboards Are Breathing

You pulled the hammer from the cupboard
In the Sunday best you’d wear
You spoke your vows into a bottle
Stalked his footsteps up the stairs

There’s no living in the present
We are alive beyond repair

Blanking at your own reflection
Despondent as you stare

You pulled the hammer from the cupboard
Filled your ashtray up with prayer
You hid your bruises in the plaster
With a brand new cross to bear

Pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care
Your hands, they trembled
Clutched around your ticket out
There’s no resemblance of the face you used to know

So pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care
Nails, nails, nails everywhere
Nails, nails everywhere
Nails, nails, nails everywhere
Nails, nails everywhere